All my friends they smoke this things
And handed me a Chesterfield King- Jawbreaker from Bivouac
Lyrics I tried to memorize
with my friends, while *******
on the syrup crusted
mouths of glass coke bottles.
Singing loud and off key.
On the side of a Ralphs in the stagnant summer swelter.
The soundtrack song when being a punk skater
was a profitable venture,
and landing a kick flip was an achievable
wet dream.
When we could play Lane’s boom box
just loud enough to drown out the whimpering
from our sprained ankles
and scraped up knees
that left the sidewalks on Foothill blvd. so ******
The music we were hearing now,
was way beyond Sunday school.
It was the sound of the sixth period bell,
and rushing to Jeff’s backyard
to smoke his dads cigarettes.
As we got older
We tried to quit the smokes
and forget the lyrics. But sometimes
we’d still proposition people
on the side of that Ralphs
to buy us cigarettes.
When we succeeded
We’d sing that old song coughing, hissing, and wheezing.
-Kevin Theal